394: Chapter 394 The Evil Half-Immortal, the Evil God Killer

The moment Hell of Obsession unfolded, the hall was covered by Demonic Qi of Infatuation.

The movements of those Devil Kings, who had originally maintained a posture of vigilance, became sluggish in the exact same instant.

The sharpness in their eyes seemed to be slowly diluted by something, and then gradually dispersed.

Some devils stood motionlessly in place, some devils began to mutter to themselves, and some devils had an untimely smile emerge at the corners of their mouths.

Skeleton Demon King stood in place, the hostility in his eyes as if wiped away by something, replaced by a nearly fanatical focus.

He looked at his own hands, which were trembling slightly, as if touching something he had always wanted but never obtained.

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a nearly crazed piety: "Greed... I have finally defeated you. I am the strongest in the Devil Domain."

His fingers slowly clenched in the air, as if crushing some invisible thing.

Thousand Ghosts Overlord stood on the other side, his expression completely different from Skeleton's, lacking fanaticism, but instead showing a relaxed sense of relief.

He closed his eyes, as if feeling that a matter he had waited for a long time had finally happened.

His voice carried a briskness as if waking up after a long slumber: "A Breakthrough... I have finally broken through..."

His hands slowly opened in front of him, as if embracing a moment he had waited for many years.

The other Devil Kings also had their respective states, but without exception, they had all fallen into Hell of Obsession.

Indulging in their own illusions, even moving a bit appeared sluggish and strenuous.

Chu Sheng looked at those people's postures, silently evaluating the effect in his heart.

The second Divine Ability he had just mastered could make so many Devil Kings fall into a state of obsession simultaneously in a short time, showing that its power was indeed not bad.

If he wanted to make a move, he could completely kill all of them right now.

But he was not in a hurry to make a decision, as if waiting for an opportunity, and also as if confirming how long the actual effect of this Divine Ability could last.

Just at this moment, an extremely light sigh came from deep within the hall.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to come from a very distant place, carrying a texture as if it had been asleep for a long time and just startled awake.

An aged figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the side hall, with a slow pace, footsteps falling on the ground with almost no sound.

He wore an old robe whose original color could not be discerned, his figure was lean, and the wrinkles on his face looked as though they had been repeatedly folded by the years.

But that pair of eyes remained clear and bright, without any turbidity.

His gaze swept across the Devil Kings in the hall who were currently in a state of obsession, and then landed on Chu Sheng.

"This Fellow Daoist."

His voice was very light, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire grand hall.

"Can you grant this old man a little face?"

Chu Sheng looked at that figure, his gaze pausing on him for a moment, and then he asked, "Who might you be?"

The old man did not answer directly, first turning his head sideways to glance at Skeleton Demon King and Thousand Ghosts Overlord, confirming that they were still in a state of obsession.

Only then did he turn his gaze back, his voice still steady: "This old man is the former Hall Master of the Wanmo Hall, having lived for a very long time. Long enough to be even earlier than Heavenly Demon Ancestor."

His tone carried a blandness that no longer needed to prove anything.

Chu Sheng was silent for a moment, as if digesting that time span.

He carefully looked at the old man; it was cultivation of the Tongxuan Realm, his aura restrained, but his Foundation was very thick.

That kind of thickness was not piled up by Medicinal Pills or fortuitous encounters, but naturally precipitated after experiencing long years.

He thought about it and asked another sentence: "You are of the Human Race? Why did you run to the Devil Domain to become a hall master?"

The old man was silent for a moment, as if considering whether or not to answer this question, and then he spoke a sentence: "Matters from the distant past, best not mentioned."

Chu Sheng did not press further, putting his gaze back onto the old man, his tone carrying the calmness after confirming the facts: "You just said, asking me to grant you a little face?"

The old man nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across those Devil Kings in the hall who were still in a state of obsession, and then looking back at Chu Sheng.

"These people are the final Foundation of the Wanmo Hall. If they all perish here, the Wanmo Hall is finished. This old man ought not to have awakened, but sensing the situation within the hall, I had no choice but to wake up."

He paused, his voice dropping a few fractions lower, "This old man's Lifespan was already running low, maintained only by deep sleep. Waking up means the countdown has begun."

Chu Sheng did not take up the conversation.

He also knew that if the hall master of the Wanmo Hall plus those few Devil Kings all died here, it could indeed be considered complete annihilation of the sect.

The old man evidently also woke up from his slumber because he perceived this point.

He glanced at the aura of the Tongxuan Realm on the old man's body, thinking to himself that the Northern Territory was indeed not as simple as it looked on the surface; the Northern Territory seemed the weakest, but old schemers like this probably numbered more than one.

Seeing that he did not answer immediately, the old man spoke another sentence: "This old man has a Divine Ability called Evil God Kill. If you insist on making a move, this old man will also have no choice but to strike."

As soon as his voice fell, he raised his hand, and a grayish-white light gushed out from his palm, pressing straight toward Chu Sheng.

That light carried a sense of oppression as if it had been compressed for a long time; its speed was not fast, but its coverage was extremely large, making it very difficult for Chu Sheng to completely dodge it.

Chu Sheng did not retreat; he raised his hand, blocking the Reverse Demon Tower in front of him.

The tower body rapidly enlarged in his palm, and the instant it contacted that grayish-white light, it emitted a muffled, earth-shattering roar.

The light was blocked, but a corner of the Reverse Demon Tower seemed to have been shaved off by something, turning into fine black fragments scattered on the ground.

Chu Sheng lowered his head to glance at that defect, without saying much.

He merely retracted the tower into his palm, then raised his hand again, and once more activated Hell of Obsession.

This time, he increased the Devilish Qi output, and that silvery-gray light rose from the floor of the hall, like a layer of mist slowly closing in.

Precisely covering the location where the old man was.

After being enveloped by that layer of light, the old man's figure paused slightly, as if experiencing a brief trance for a split second.

Chu Sheng noticed his eyelids droop for a moment, as if pulled by something.

But the next moment, the old man raised his left hand, and using his right hand as a blade, neatly and decisively chopped off his own left arm.

The sound of the severed arm hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the spacious grand hall; fresh blood gushed from the wound, rapidly dyeing his sleeve red.

The old man frowned slightly, but without any hesitation, his gaze recovered its lucidity once more.

Chu Sheng saw it; his Hell of Obsession was indeed effective against the Divine Ability tier, and the old man had clearly fallen for it just now.

But the old man forcefully pulled himself out of that obsession using intense pain, instead seemingly triggering some extra reactions under a state of being forced.

At that instant, the old man's aura actually became even more solid, as if deeper reserves had been stimulated by some kind of stress state.

The old man pressed the wound of his severed arm with his remaining hand, looking at Chu Sheng, his tone carrying the calmness after confirming the facts.

"This old man has not made a move for a very long time. Your Divine Ability is indeed not weak, able to make this old man briefly lose his wits. But this old man can also see that you have just stepped into Divine Ability not long ago, possessing only this single Divine Ability of Hell of Obsession. Against your Hell of Obsession with Evil God Kill, you will not gain any advantage. Moreover——"

He paused for a moment, "This old man's days are numbered anyway; dying together with you is not a loss at all."

The hall was quiet for a moment; Chu Sheng stood in place, as if weighing the weight of those words.

Skeleton Demon King and Thousand Ghosts Overlord remained in a state of obsession, and those Devil Kings in the hall who were originally whispering had also still not extricated themselves from the state of obsession.

The air within the hall flowed slowly amidst the gaps of Devilish Qi, blood, and silence, like a river channel temporarily blocked yet searching for a new outlet.

Chu Sheng suddenly smiled slightly.

His gaze landed on Xie Banxian's face, his tone carrying the certainty after confirming the facts.

As if there was no need to pretend anymore: "Who told you I only have one Divine Ability?"